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Ceci n'est pas une histoire.
Ce serait plutôt des petits bouts de mon âme à un instant T.
Des trucs que j'aurais pu ressentir et que je n'ai jamais osé avouer, même pas à la personne concernée. N'ayant pas encore le courage d'écrire ma première histoire, je vais commencer mon aventure ici en publiant d'anciens textes.
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Forbidden Love
I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying. "I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!" As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down. "You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me." He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up. "You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight." * Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?Concluída
You Can't Always Get What You Want (Rea's Song)
On March 28, 2020, I began a journal as my wife Rea, was nearing a pivotal point in her journey to uncover the underlying cause of some increasingly problematic medical issues. For the most part the text of this book comes directly from that journal. It has been edited as little as possible, mostly to correct typos, improve clarity, make the formatting consistent and remove some items which were copyrighted by people other than me. This account is raw and unfiltered. Rea-pronounced like "area" without the first 'A'-was my soulmate and inseparable partner for almost 27 years. She stood just under 5 feet tall. As her hair greyed in later years she took to highlighting the ends in a dark shade of purple. She was kind, inquisitive, and hard working. She smiled frequently, and cared deeply about her friends, family and the world around her. She loved music, especially live music and until very near the end, all I had to do was play Phish or the Grateful Dead and she would smile and start moving to the music. Her unique name came from her mother who combined a blend of family initials-Roy, her dad, and Ernest and Albert, her maternal uncles. I always believed Rea was one in a million. Tragically, I was right, but not in the way I ever would have chosen.Concluída
FAKE
PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.Concluída
Silence
Emily is the second person up in the Glade and the first girl. With new people being sent up every month, finding a way out of the maze wouldn't seem to be so hard. Only problem? She can't talk. DISCLAIMER! This is a Newt fanfic that's based on the book and the movie of The Maze Runner. This fanficiton mainly takes place before Thomas enters the Glade, meaning it will not follow any story but my own. Please note that anything known about life in the Glade before Thomas is something I chose to ignore or incorporate in the story my own way. Since this story takes place before the franchise, it doesn't follow the storyline of the book nor the movie. Events taking place during the time of the book/movie is a mixture of the two, incorporating both movie and book. I do not own any character but Emily. (Previously named "Seconds") Highest rankings: (May 15 2024) #1 mazerunner #1 newt #1 gally #1 glade #1 albyConcluída
Dear Journal...
Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.Concluída
The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction
Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words. (Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.) ___ I did the stupidest thing and glanced towards the leader's voice. Next thing I know I was tackled to the ground with a steaming Gally on top of me. He went for my face but it was easy enough for me to block him. I had to struggle a little to fix myself enough to roll us. Once I got myself in just the right angle while blocking Gally's random throws I pushed him off me. His hands held tightly on my shirt pulling me with him. We hit a slight slope perfectly causing us to roll a few times. I made sure that when we stopped I was on top. Gally groaned when his head roughly hit the ground.Concluída
(Discontinued)SCP x reader oneshots And Headcannons
IDFK what I'm doing with my life, this may end up cringy. Read at your own risk I guess. This book has been permanently discontinued. And yeah it was definitely cringe.Concluída
Jealousy // Gally x reader
"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more towards the movies as I feel like more people have seen them. -Fem y/n with she/her pronouns -I guess explicit language lmao -Chapters are mostly 2000-4000 words This will have no smut (sorry to the people who enjoy spicy reads) as people I know irl have access to this story and I would die. Sorry if this storyline is hard to follow or if anything doesn't make sense I will keep editing it and hopefully write a trilogy or something :) (P.S this is my first ever time literally writing so sorry if its shit)Concluída
rose in the desert
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
Cheat
I've written 3 anonymous online journals so far in my life. The first was as an adolescent, ending when, at 19, I commenced a long term relationship in which my partner had an issue with me writing about my thoughts and feelings in case they were about her. I also had to cease my other creative outlet - drawing. Because she felt it's abstracted nature hid secret messages about her. The second started when that relationship was coming to an end. I needed an outlet. I had nobody to talk to about what I was going through so I secretly started writing again. This is that second journal, when I was around 25 years old, which I've taken from it's retired blogger page and have transferred here. Part of the reason I am doing this is because my daughter, who was very young at the time of writing this, has expressed some curiosity about my journal. One day when she's older and has more life experience it might be OK to see what I'm writing now, but in the meantime, she can read this, a moment in my life for which she was present but that she could not understand at the time.
I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying. "I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!" As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down. "You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me." He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up. "You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight." * Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?
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